Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Chapter 116 Identity Problem Solved

Rose carried her suitcase to the place where she had lived with Tiana before, which was also the place where she first met Keaton.

He found a secluded spot to wait, and soon Keaton appeared in Rose's perception.

He handed Rosey three manila envelopes containing documents: "Mr. Rosey, the three identities you requested have been processed. One is for a six-year-old boy, whose first name is Rosey, but no surname."

One was a six-year-old girl whose first name was Tiana, but her last name was not written.

The other was an adult dwarf, whose name was written as Luo Xin.

Rose opened the three file folders and glanced through them.

It is indeed very realistic, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Keaton paused, then added, "All the materials are genuine, verifiable in the system, and can withstand any level of scrutiny."

Rose nodded, indicating her satisfaction.

Rose resealed the document bag, put it back in the box, and thanked Keaton: "Thank you."

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Keaton seemed to have received some great reward, and he swayed happily from side to side, his long arms swinging like flagpoles in the wind: "Oh, it's my honor to be able to help Mr. Rose!"

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"Now that things are settled, I won't bother you any longer. I still have things to take care of at the party. Have a good life, Mr. Rose!"

Before he finished speaking, Keaton had already taken long strides and walked away with a strange, almost comical gait, humming a tuneless little tune as it faded into the distance.

After confirming that Keaton had left the observation range, Ross also left.

On the way, he visited Mason as usual, bringing him a bag of fruit, some food, and a few thick winter clothes.

These things wouldn't cost Rose much money right now, but they brought tears to Mason's eyes.

After leaving Mason, Rose went to the black clinic and bought the raw materials for [Silent Thunder] to sell at the next gathering.

The number remains at 20 servings. The reason for not selling more is that this is the maximum number that a typical slum magician can brew in their spare time.

Because brewing potions requires concentration, and unlike Rose, most magicians can't restore their concentration with a single Thunderclap.

Soon, Rose returned home.

When I opened the door, Tiana was lying on the sofa, her little face buried in her hands, holding a crayon and doodling on an open notebook.

Rose quietly moved closer.

The drawing depicts a large house with two tiny figures holding hands in front of it, one large and one small; it's clearly him and Tiana.

Next to the big house, there was a half-built house cut off by the edge of the paper. Beside the house stood a smashed mailbox, and next to the mailbox stood a small, furious-looking man with bared teeth and claws.

That was their neighbor, Mr. Lucas.

Last month, Lucas got the wrong idea and insisted on setting up an email account, which ended up being smashed every few days.

During that period, his furious cursing could be heard almost every morning. After smashing so many emails, Lucas finally let it go; in reality, he had no other choice, so he stopped creating email accounts.

Tiana noticed the movement, turned around, and immediately saw Rose. A bright smile bloomed on her face, revealing a few missing front teeth. She jumped up from the sofa and rushed into Rose's arms, excitedly shouting, "Rosé, you're back!"

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Rose nodded, reached out and ruffled her hair, then gently pushed her away, looking her up and down.

The abundance of food and living conditions far superior to those in the slums made Tiana much more vibrant.

Those already bright eyes became even more radiant, and her cheeks glowed with a healthy rosy hue.

Her hair was no longer the messy, dry, and dull hair she had in the slums; instead, it showed signs of careful grooming, hanging down smoothly with a natural sheen.

Like Rose, she has also entered the period of losing her baby teeth and has already lost her first front tooth.

Tiana turned and grabbed a sheet of drawing paper from the sofa, excitedly holding it up to Rosey: "Look! Rosey, this is what I drew! This is Rosey, this is me! And here's Mr. Lucas from next door!"

Rose smiled and nodded, praised her a few times, coaxed her to continue painting, and then carried the box straight into the basement.

The basement is no longer as cluttered as it used to be.

The empty cans and packaging bags that used to be piled up in the corner have been cleaned up and replaced by several simple wooden racks lined up against the wall.

The shelves were neatly stacked with bottles and jars, including raw materials purchased from illegal clinics, semi-finished medicines that Rose had mixed herself, and some easy-to-eat foods.

In the center of the basement was the long table he had acquired, with two machines covered in runes quietly occupying one side of it.

The machine's surface had minor scratches and wear, but the runes remained shiny, occasionally flashing a faint blue light in the dim basement.

On the other side of the long table, several thick notebooks were scattered.

That was the culmination of Rose's efforts over the past few days, recording the successes and failures of each application of [Silent Thunder], as well as some reflections and understandings on the path of the Ancient Dragon Followers, and observations of the situation in the magician world.

In the corner of the basement, leaning against the wall, was an old ladder.

Next to the ladder was a wooden barrel about half a person's height, which Rose had just bought from a second-hand market a couple of days ago.

In front of the innermost wall, Rose had set up a simple bed.

Several layers of old cotton wadding were placed on the wooden bed, and a sheet was laid on top of it.

Because Rose had previously entered a deep meditation while sitting in a chair to study in her dreams, she would feel sore all over when she woke up. Therefore, when she needed to study for a long time, Rose would lie in bed and enter the dream space.

An oil lamp hung from the basement ceiling, its flame burning quietly inside a glass shade, casting a warm, dim glow over the entire basement.

Rose placed the box containing the identification documents on the long table, then took out the materials she had bought from the illegal clinic from her pocket and put them on the shelf.

Then set the box aside.

Now that he has enough money, Rose plans to make initial attempts to formulate a nutrient solution that is compatible with the Gu Long electric current.

He used a high-concentration nutrient solution to prolong the time he could study in his dreams.

Rose is now struggling to maintain her [Ancient Dragon Meditation] and dream learning simply by storing food in her stomach and intestines.

I often get kicked out of the dream space halfway through learning, and the current optimal time flow rate is only 3.4 times the normal time flow rate.

He can't create a nutrient capsule yet, and the efficiency of absorbing nutrients through external circulation isn't very high. He plans to create a high-concentration nutrient solution as a temporary solution until he solves these two problems.

The knowledge left behind by the Ancient Dragon contains relevant theories on what kind of nutritional structure is more conducive to the absorption of Ancient Dragon current, can provide a longer maintenance time, and the design ideas of nutrient solutions for different purposes.

In the following days, Rose's life returned to normal. He continuously learned relevant knowledge in the dream space, and then returned to reality to conduct research and replication, replicating the products of that era in this era.

After a full month, Rose finally completed the initial design of the nutrient solution and produced the first nutrient solution.